A-lalalala la Lambo

Wow... just saw a bright orange Lamborghini Murcielago driving the opposite way down the road from Walton, not something you see every day. I pointed at the guy behind the wheel and he gunned it as he passed me. Rockin. It looked a lil sumptin like this:



Had a brilliant race on F105 the other night. I was leading PhilJT (a guy markedly faster than I am) around Spa. He was having looks here and there but wasn't managing to find an overtaking opportunity. On the penultimate lap I took a line that I knew was likely to cause a spin and fed the power in marginally more cautiously than I usually do. Phil clearly stuck his foot down at the usual time and, having followed me, spun out in a cloud of tyre smoke. With 7 seconds to make up, and one and a half laps to do it in, the race was mine. There were about seven other people racing as well but they were all way back. Probably the sweetest victory I've had on F105 (and lets be honest, usually they are complete flukes).

Something I've been meaning to stick in the blog for a while, but never got around to it, was a rather interesting text the Mothership sent me a few weeks ago. Usually Mom has a fairly interesting grasp of the whole predictive text phenomenon, but this was something else entirely:

"Great. am doing jobs now so i can watch it. can hear the thunder. it should rain soon. did you know people in mad waiting for the pains india? on need to reply."

What do you mean 'on need to reply'?! Of course there's bloody need to reply you nutcase! ENGRISH PREASE!

Currently impressed by: That Lambo made a nice change from plague of Boxters infesting the middle-management population.
Currently non-plussed by: The fact that I'm convinced that the Columbia spaceship will burn up on reentry. I'll be genuinely worrying until they are all safely on the ground and that beehive-haircutted female astronut has had a mow-and-blow.
Current urge: Sort out my Minidisc recorder and hook it up to my PC.

And classic it was...

Long time without an update but here it is! The ladyfriend stayed up here last week and I think we had a pretty good time. The week began with my graduation; I can officially say that on Friday the 22nd of July... I touched Dick. We had a great meal at Quod (the pretentious looking place on North St in Brighton), I had a massive burger. It was pretty much a Dick and burger kind of day. After the meal we met up with Simon Knight and drank the night away in the Hilton metropole bar. It was great to graduate but I still don't think it's sunk in that, come October, I won't be returning to Sussex.

Saturday saw the party at the Thicketts, much boozing, talking and eating was done and as far as I know a good time was had by all. Luckily Sam and I picked the right time to retreat to bed; Sally ended up getting locked outside by a drunken Pete and had to sleep in the summerhouse alongside the consistently bemused looking Al. Sally claimed she wasn't cold, but it can't have been the most comfortable night's sleep ever.

On the way back, everyone disapproved of my Senna like wet weather driving skills. At one point, the mothership actually banned me from overtaking (in the dry no less) causing me to stick at around 55 in a 70 limit. I saw everyones point, but equally I never drove faster than I was comfortable with in the varying conditions. We made it back in pretty good time.

The rest of the week was nice, but not much really happened; just a nice relaxing week at home with the girlfriend. I made cocktails at one point that were clearly rubbish but everyone was nice enough and drank them without grimacing. I'll practice a bit before I start installing a home bar in my shed. We also made a visit to Leeds where I got all excited over a very pretty Noble M30-GTO parked in the car park.

During last week, I finally started the transfer of 'THE BABY VIDEO' to my computer for DVD burnage. Sam laughed her head off at (but not limited to): my nudity, my pissing, my puking, my rolling around, my head, my nudity and my offensive language towards my, at the time, baby sister ("Sit down you fat hairy or I'll blast you"). All the mystique in our relationship is lost forever.

Anyway, so Sunday was the Silverstone Classic and we were guests of Mitech in their lovely Brooklands box. Suffice to say this was a fantastically entertaining day with some truly classic cars driven in anger, including my personal favourite: a LeMans contesting Ford GT40 driven by its original driver Jackie Oliver. In this video, the last car that passes is that GT40.



We got some fantastic photos and videos from the event and I am pretty keen to go again next year if the lineup is as great as it was this time. The agreed favourite event was the fantastic GT racers; whipping down the pit straight at Spaceballs-style 'Ludicrous Speed' with a glorious, thundering roar, they surpassed even the classic F1 racers. An honourable mention must go to the utterly ridiculous yet utterly fantastic 6 wheeled Tyrrell F1 car.

Sam appeared to enjoy the day even more than I did (which is saying something), it was great to be there when she experienced her first real-life motorsport event, especially one with such an eclectic mix of racing disciplines.

Currently impressed by: The Silverstone Classic (http://www.silverstoneclassic.com).
Currently non-plussed by: The amount of online filling in a First Choice job application requires.
Current urge: Oh god it's the amateur racing urge again...